Collage Poem | "Raw Vision"

Raw Vision

Free
The fabric of myth
we look back with great pleasure

 Exhibited
Primitive rituals encountered in travels
Brings together two very different who share a common belief

 Mental
Artists are evidence of the astonishing diversity
Melted down, pierced by views

 Protest
Forms and figures developed with more intensity
Reveals new marriage of Art, Science, and Philosophy

 Discarded
Our stampedes on discussions of development
Retrospective died ridden alongside the cultural mainstream

 Emerged on the fringes. 
Rendered.
Eccentricity tinged with erudition
A man who seemingly lives and paints 
The very edge of sane existence.

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